The cloth that wraps the fragile knife,
the hidden bearer of the scythe,
banana anyone? don't forget to peel,
the unprotected shaft, oh what a meal,
she tied herself to the tree,
bear, from head to knee,
save the forest, hear her useless cry, bold,
just ignore her, she'll surely die, old,
Pacing down the stairs,
takes its footing on the porch,
set fire to the kitchen,
use my flaming torch,
sizzlers fry and friers sizzle,
suns shines bright, rain starts to drizzle,
run for the hills, all the pigs said,
with this sunstorm, we'll all soon be dead,
before our next chance to feast, our next meal in a sty,
before the birds scream, gliding through the sky...
flame introduced to sky,
ash to mud,
what was once unseen,
is now considered clean...
over the bridge the unearthly boy plummets,
as the king walks the row, loud are the trumpets,
don't forget my trumpet band,
with the flutes we'll walk hand in hand.
don't forget my trumpet band....
January, 2004
Peet.